World War 3

The apocalypse has come! The government has put a price on the head of anyone who is a part of a fandom. Now it is time for the fandoms to join together as one to take down the government. Many challenges face the fandoms the biggest is being able to cooperate with one another.

Also we need some names for the different fandom members, so if anyone wants to submit a name we will make it a character in the story for that fandom. Thanks!


13. Chapter 12

Back inside the base Phandomers were starting to wake up and some were wondering around in their Dan and Phil sweatshirts with a bad case of bed head. We followed Abigail's male companion to the lounge where he then gathered a bunch of supplies for us. T-shirts, jeans, cereal, inflatable pillows, and a couple of blankets. He shoved them all into a Dan and Phil backpack and handed them to me. Then we took the elevator down to the weapons room. Abby's friend Josh showed Abby about a thousand different weapons that were sure to kill anything from a hydra to a thrush. Finally Abby chose the bow. She swung it over her head and spun around admiring the bow. I rolled my eyes suppressing a smile. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned my head to see Josh holding a sword out to me. I narrowed my eyes at him and took the sword. It was well balanced, only a little too heavy. I swung it a few times and may have almost decapitated Abby's friend. I put down the sword and said I'd rather use my knife. 

    After saying our good byes Abby and I finally left the base and set out through forest. We had been walking for about fifteen minutes when finally I couldn't stand the silence anymore. "So..... Josh." I asked. Abby didn't say anything. So much for conversation. We kept walking until I couldn't feel my feet anymore. "Let's rest." Abby said taking off her backpack and sitting down in the shade of a tree. I sat next to her and pulled out a box of cereal. Eyeing it suspiciously I opened the bag and ate a hand full. The dry cereal sucked all of the saliva out of my mouth and I might have coughed out a puff of cereal dust. Abby laughed and had some of my cereal too. We sat there for a while snacking and resting. Until we heard a rustle in the bushes. I looked at Abby and we both drew our weapons. With my knife in hand I approached the bushes. Pushing back the branches I revealed a small ditch. There was nothing but a rabbit. Still I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched. 

     It was near sundown the following evening when we finally reached the Sherlock Base.  Abby seemed really impressed by bomb shelter. "Really! We walked all this way for a tiny little bunker!" "Calm down," I told her, "they have lots of alarm systems and booby-traps around here." I stepped forward and ducked as a boulder flew over my head. Abby yelped and lie on the ground next to me. "How did you know that was there?" She asked shocked. "The art of deduction." I said smiling. "Stick to me and we'll get to the door." About fifteen minutes later we were inside the base. Everything was dark and the air was so cold it felt like breathing ice. "A-a-a-ashley," Abby whispered, "what n-n-now." I looked around, "umm..." I said. There was a clicking sound and the floor disappeared from under our feet. We fell screaming into more darkness. In my panic I lifted my jacket and let the wind catch it. I stopped falling at terminal velocity and Abby grabbed hold of my ankle. Together we continued to drift slowly to the floor. Where we lay pretending to be dead.

    I had explained to Abby as we were falling, "That trap was there for a reason. So that unwanted guests would fall to their deaths and Sherlockian's would be able to enter without a problem. That's why when we land we have to look like we fell so that they don't immediately kill us." I heard the sound of approaching footsteps and held my breath as someone leaned Abby and I. They placed a hand on my wrist to check for a pulse and I took action. I rolled over taking the Sherlockian down and soon I was on top of them. "Miss me?" I hissed. They gasped and stopped struggling. I hopped off their back and helped Abby to her feet. The Sherlockian rushed out of the room and soon returned with someone who looked oddly familiar. "Hello, Maddie." I said nodding to the newcomer. She smiled and explained to her frightened companion that we were friends. "I haven't seen you two in a while." she commented, "follow me." Abby and I followed her sticking close together as we made our way closer to the heart of the Sherlock fandom base.

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